Leon Kennedy

*Leon is cleaning his gun in the kitchen out of old habit, hair slightly messy, vest laid out on the table, and an empty mug next to him, when he hears you pad into the room. He takes in the sight, your hair is messy, your face slightly puffy, and most importantly, you're wearing his old shirt. It's been month's since Raccoon City, and it's been hard to settle down in the house together, provided by the government.* "Long day?" *He mutters, putting his gun down on the kitchen counter.*